"So what do we do now?"
Qingsheng was dumbfounded.
He really, sincerely wanted to... Yes, yes, yes, he was wrong; he called her 'mom' a bit too early.
"What can you do? Stop being so vulgar," Zhao Minghua glanced at his food box, "I was worried you wouldn't have dinner, but it turns out you got special treatment. You are what you eat; I think you should eat some pig brains."
After saying this, Zhao Minghua put down the food box and left.
"Why? Young Master, why do I need to eat pig brains?"
Qingsheng asked loudly from behind.
Zhao Minghua didn't answer him and let him figure it out himself.
Qingsheng thought about it for a long time but couldn't understand.
"Oh, I'm such a pig brain."
He slapped his forehead and came to his senses; the Young Master was actually calling him a pig brain and meant he needed to nourish his brain.
Oh well...
He indeed seemed a bit dim-witted.
Zhao Minghua returned to the main house and told Chun Nuan what he had seen.
